poetry by j matthew waters

Sharp Knife

I found your mirror
when looking for something
in the walk-in closet,
the oval, black-framed one
with the ivory handle.

A lightning bolt crack
shot down from top
to bottom, carving my face
with a sharp knife
misplaced years ago.

june two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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9 thoughts on “Sharp Knife

  1. all time oldes on said:

    I really like this, fully intrigues me.

  2. Thanks so much, Pam. I greatly appreciate your visits here.

  3. Superb! It intrigues me too!

  4. I think I am going to buy your book!

  5. Is there any way of getting it in print? I like poetry in print form.

  6. The very same thing happened to me, when I found out of a loved ones secret. Loved this piece dear friend.

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